"How's it going?"

"As expected, the dragons are back, from all sides. ”

An old man and a young man walked on the walls of the [Noah's Line]. As the new head of the Moses family, Bowen Moses had to maintain respect in front of this gray-haired old man. The old man's name is Dino, and his identity in the hall is [Gardener], which is a profession completely different from [Hunter], [Merchant] and [Mountain Keeper], and has no real power, but the purpose of his existence is to bury the prince.

After the death of the four princes one after another, he can also be regarded as the last person of the older generation. The gardener looked out beyond Noah's Line with his cloudy and deep eyes, and the refugees from all directions were huddled together, black and oppressive like migrating ants. With such a huge number, I am afraid that it can crush any city, including the imperial capital, but it cannot overthrow the [Noah's Defense Line].

All of them are outside the line of defense, waiting to be reviewed.

The continent's most magnificent line of defense isn't just for dragons.

"Two years ago, I advised Kalan to let go of her power and live out her old age. "But he won't let go anyway, but he holds the power to death, like a child guarding candy." At the time, I thought it was ridiculous, what could an old man with half a foot in the earth bring to the hall? Now that the answer is there, it is in front of us, this [Noah's Line]. ”

"Yes. Bowen nodded slightly, "Lord Rose has always been able to see things that we can't see. ”

"If he had lived, maybe things wouldn't have been so bad. The gardener asked in a low voice, "How many towns have been attacked by dragons?"

"Not a small amount. Bowen replied, "Almost everywhere in the borderlands, dragons have been found, coming from all directions, some over the sea, some over desperate situations. ”

The gardener narrowed his eyes: "Humans have always thought that we are the rulers of the continent, but in fact we are poultry in captivity. The continent is actually very large, at least bigger than what we can see. ”

"yes. Bowen sighed slightly, "We didn't cross the ocean, and we didn't cross the desperate situation. People always thought that the dragons were gone, but they didn't think that they were only temporarily gone. ”

"Perseus foresaw all this a thousand years ago, so he left alone, leaving [Forever] in the Elven Race. It's a pity that none of his juniors can be as far-sighted as him, and if it weren't for the Messiah, I'm afraid we don't know what happened when the dragon soldiers came to the city. ”

Bowen nodded slightly, but did not speak.

"Speaking of the Messiah. The gardener remembered something, "If the time is right, she is about to give birth." ”

"Yes. ”

"Where's Ian?"

"There is no news yet, but the Lord of Thorns has been seen in the Far South, where he has hunted an ancient dragon. Bowen said, "If you count the time, he should almost arrive in the imperial capital." Maybe they were blocked by the crowd. ”

"You're not worried about him. ”

"If there is anything else in this world that can threaten him, I'm afraid it is only the Dragon Emperor Mussolini, but we have not observed the trace of the Dragon Emperor, that is, in this case, Ian is the strongest. ”

"Yes? You think so highly of him. The gardener nodded, "Like that guy Karan, whether it is the source of the dragon slayer or the [Noah's Line], he is not as good as an Ian in his heart." ”

The gardener looked up and watched the sunset in late autumn turn the sky into a blood-red maple leaf.

"I hope you're right. ”

......

The Messiah sat at the head of the bed, looking at the women who came and went, busy, and felt a little bored. They are all more famous midwives in the imperial capital, and they were gathered here a week ago, because she will give birth in the next few days.

In their eyes, this is an extremely important thing. But in the eyes of the Messiah, it was a thing that could not be more ordinary. At the end of the world, the dragons are about to come to the city, but these people put themselves first.

But she couldn't refuse them, because they were all invited by her mother, Savi. Savi hadn't closed her eyes for a few days, her eyes were swollen like peaches, and she managed to coax her to sleep, but she didn't want to wake her up again.

The Messiah knew that Savi was just trying to make up for what was missing in the last moments of her life. Even though she thought that Savi had done a good job, the latter still refused to stop. She could only go with Savi.

Anyway, time is running out.

The Messiah knew very well that she had little time left, that she slept more than fifteen hours a day, and that she was too tired to open her eyes most of the time. This is not the reaction of a pregnant woman, although Savi reassures her again and again that this is just normal, because giving birth takes a lot of energy from the mother, so she needs a lot of sleep.

A lot of the time, Savi was by her side and deliberately found topics to try to distract her.

For example: "Have you decided what to name your child?"

Messiah thought for a moment and shook his head, "I want to hear Ian's. ”

"Do you want a boy or a girl? ”

"Boy, I hope I look like Ian. ”

"What do you want him to do in the future?"

"Hunter, just like his father. ”

The Messiah had few words, but almost every word could not be separated from the man. Anyone could see the man in her beautiful eyes, so the conversation between mother and daughter soon went on and on, and the Messiah didn't seem to be interested in anything except Ian. Fortunately, she finally put down the vulgar book, and has been obsessed with painting for a while now.

Savi watched her daughter's paintbrush flutter on the paper, and the snow-capped peaks "rose from the ground".

She wanted to ask the Messiah what he was drawing, but looking at her attentive expression, she couldn't bear to disturb her, so she thought she would find out when it was finished. The Messiah also didn't know if the painting would be completed, because she had so little time to wake up each day. Except for eating and drinking medicine, there is not much left.

And she wanted to do something else.

She put down her paintbrush and said to Moreau, the old butler who was waiting outside the door, "I want to go out for a walk." ”

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